The saying that all below the high-ranking gods are mere ants is just a rumor.
At least, beneath William, even high-ranking gods are mere ants.
Forseti, too, could be considered a prodigy blessed with extraordinary talents, both in terms of lineage and personal strength, ranking him among the powerful in the Divine Realm. However, his luck was terribly bad. Not long after leaving the Heart of Asgard, he encountered a monstrous freak.
Prometheus, once the bringer of fire to humanity, was enticed to steal the fire by William, who at that time proclaimed himself as the “God of Cooking.”
After all, how could he prepare delicacies for Prometheus without fire!
Seeing Forseti’s feathers burnt off by Prometheus, William’s first thought was that such a cooking method was a waste of good material.
But hearing that desperate cry for help finally awakened the last bit of William’s conscience and sense of responsibility.
After all, Forseti was entrusted to him by Baldr. If he really were to be eaten, it should at least wait until he safely returned to the Heart of Asgard.
“Stop!” William didn’t wait for Prometheus to continue, immediately appearing in front of him, growing massively in size and revealing his true form, grabbing Prometheus’s wrist.
“You…” Upon seeing William, Prometheus finally loosened his grip on Forseti, then looked at William somewhat bewilderedly.
Forseti, having just escaped from Prometheus’s clutches, fled tens of thousands of miles away, watching from afar with lingering fear.
Damn, what kind of monster was that?
Too terrifying!
“God of Cooking?” Prometheus stared at William for a long time, a smile eventually appearing on his face as his body rapidly shrank.
William also shrank back to normal size and looked Prometheus up and down.
For a long time, he had pondered how to revive someone.
Now, it seemed not to be too difficult.
“Hmm, you still remember me, which proves you haven’t completely lost your memory.” William nodded, now clearly feeling a new connection between himself and Prometheus.
Because Prometheus absorbed a strand of the sacred halo that had been modified by William, William could take it back in an instant if he wished.
This meant that William held absolute power over Prometheus’s life and death.
Although killing Prometheus would be a simple matter of action for William, the feeling is completely different.
From this perspective, it can also be understood that Cosmic Entities have such rights over those high-ranking god-kings who have absorbed the strand of the sacred halo.
William’s eyes narrowed slightly. Strictly speaking, the strand of the sacred halo absorbed by Alice had undergone a fundamental change.
Neither Cosmic Entities nor William could directly strip it away from her.
Unless…
She was killed!
That’s where the distinction lies.
The strand of the sacred halo absorbed by Alice was more like a mutant, beyond the control of both Cosmic Entities and William, except for Alice herself.
Prometheus blinked and asked, “That bird just now, can you cook it?”
Although Prometheus’s memory hadn’t fully recovered, there was an underlying notion in his subconscious that preparing food should always be the “God of Cooking’s” responsibility, while his own was to provide the fire.
In Prometheus’s mind, his relationship with the “God of Cooking” seemed quite positive.
William had watched Prometheus die and had personally buried him.
Now, seeing Prometheus alive before him, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat sentimental.
“Let’s forget about that bird,I’ve gathered many more ingredients.” This time, William had collected quite a few premium ingredients.
Eating alone, after all, lacked a certain flavor.
After speaking, William directly summoned the Celestial Furnace.
Upon seeing the Celestial Furnace, Prometheus felt a warm sense of familiarity and smiled, a somewhat simple-minded expression on his face.
William faintly remembered the first time he and Prometheus met, both setting their sights on the same prey.
He let Prometheus have it, and after Prometheus killed the prey, he planned to eat it raw!
This was something William found somewhat unacceptable.
When Prometheus realized William’s reluctance to eat food raw, he went up to Mount Olympus alone and brought back fire for William.
The food William cooked was unforgettable for Prometheus.
William also taught Prometheus how to cook food with fire.
Prometheus, wanting more people to enjoy roasted food, shared the fire with other humans.
During that time, William stayed in Prometheus’s tribe, frequently bringing them various delicacies and teaching them how to cook, earning him the title “God of Cooking.”
Reuniting after a long separation, it was natural for William to share his delicacies with Prometheus.
As for Sophias and Lucien, William had no intention of sharing with them,they were to remain invisible by the side, unnoticed by anyone.
William took out some ingredients he had collected from the Heart of Asgard, including the pair of wings contributed by Forseti.
Seeing William starting to make a fire and prepare food, Prometheus quietly sat down on the ground.
“That bird you caught earlier, these wings are the tastiest part. We’ll have one each, no extras,” William said as he began to clean the feathers off the wings.
Prometheus nodded, a satisfied smile on his face.
Far away, Forseti sensed a familiar aura and upon closer inspection, saw the pair of wings in William’s hands…
Forseti was stunned.
Lord William said these wings wouldn’t help me improve my strength…
Something seemed off!
But… he couldn’t quite put his finger on what exactly was wrong…
Could Lord William actually deceive him just for the sake of eating a pair of wings?
Impossible!
It couldn’t be!
Forseti remembered how Lord William suddenly appeared and saved his life, knowing that a benevolent and powerful being like Lord William could never do such a thing.
It must have been a misunderstanding of Lord William’s good intentions. 𝘦.𝘤𝘰𝑚
He even doubted Lord William, which was truly a sin!
In fact, William himself blushed while plucking the feathers from the wings.
How could he do such a thing in front of Forseti?
But to stop plucking halfway through would seem cowardly, wouldn’t it?
So, he simply continued with the task.
Inside the Celestial Furnace, parts of the body generously donated by other Shapeshifters are being cooked, while Forseti’s wings are roasted outside, spreading waves of delicious aroma.
Although Prometheus was eager to start eating, he swallowed his saliva and held back.
From afar, Forseti watched William’s actions, furrowing his brows and muttering to himself, “Could it be that Lord William had anticipated encountering such a monster, one even he might struggle against, and had already laid plans back in the Heart of Asgard, having the Shapeshifters sacrifice some expendable parts of their bodies to entangle it, ensuring my safe escape…”
“Or perhaps, mixing these ingredients together could be highly toxic, weakening the monster upon consumption, and Lord William still intends to help me seize that strand of the sacred halo?”
Thinking of all this, how Lord William first saved him, then used these ingredients to stall the creature, and even now was preparing to fight for him once more, Forseti’s eyes reddened, and his nose felt sore.
How vile!
Lord William had done so much for him, yet he doubted him, utterly heartless!
Just moments ago, he had even fled, leaving Lord William behind, which was truly disgraceful!
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